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Panic makes my body go stiff. I grip onto his forearm. The muscles quiver beneath my fingers. I don’t know why I grabbed onto his arm, maybe to stop him? To feel some type of control over the situation? I don’t know. My thighs squeeze together.
“Spread your legs,” he orders
I try to relax my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it won’t hurt too bad. Never having done this before, I don’t know what to expect.
“Please go slow,” I whisper, not knowing if he even heard me or if he would care enough to do it at all.
I feel his fingertip slip in as if he is probing me. Slowly, he pushes his thick finger inside. I can feel my walls gripping his finger tightly as he pushes in to his knuckle and then even farther until he is in all the way.
I gasp and my back arches off the cot slightly at the foreign sensation. It doesn’t hurt, not like I’d expected.
His finger feels so thick inside of me, and I can’t imagine what it would feel like to have his cock inside me instead. The thought ignites something deep inside my core.
“Look at me.” His voice is different. For the first time today, he doesn’t sound so angry. I follow his command and pry my eyes open. His face is only a few inches from mine, looking at me like he is trying to solve a puzzle and all the answers lie somewhere within my face. I use the time to inspect his features in return. Of course, he is annoyingly handsome. Dark alluring eyes, strong jaw line, and full lips that are begging to be kissed. His hair is dark and disheveled. He looks tired… so tired.
We stare at each other for a few moments, and I forget that he still has a finger inside of me until he pulls it out. I feel empty and cold when he does, and both of those feelings confuse the hell out of me. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about this man.
“How did you end up at my father’s place?” he questions.
“I don’t know. I just woke up there… dressed in this.” I look down at the lingerie barely covering my body.
He nods as if he actually believes what I say. Then he straightens, stands up, and turns like he is about to leave.
Strangely, I don’t want him to go. For the first time in hours, I feel safe, even though I know it’s a temporary feeling. There is nothing safe about Xander. Nothing at all.
“Can I go now?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He steps out of the cell and closes the door behind him. Betrayal hits me hard. I thought he believed me… how stupid could I be?
“Don’t leave me in here.” I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly realizing how cold it is down here, at the loss of his body heat. “I’m freezing.”
“Maybe if I find time later, I’ll bring you a blanket. If not, I’ll see you in the morning and we can talk more then.”
I jump up from the cot, anger suddenly flooding my body. “Why are you keeping me here? I told you I don’t know anything. You felt for yourself that I’m not one of your father’s whores.”
“You think simply because you have a tight pussy that you can fool me into believing you’re a virgin?” He scowls as if I’ve insulted him or something.
“I’m not lying to you. I swear!” I grip onto the cold bars, willing him to believe me.
“We’ll see, until then, I think I’ll keep you to play with, just for a little bit.” His words make me stumble backward, and I almost fall on my ass. Why did I believe he would let me go? “Goodnight, little mouse.” He grins before disappearing into the dark hallway.
The cold seems to seep deeper into my bones as he walks away. My body shivers uncontrollably, my teeth clicking together. I sit back down on the cot and pull my knees to my chest. I try and force myself to go to sleep but it’s so cold there’s no way sleep will come.
I look down at my hands. My wrists are still bloody, my face aches, and a distinct pounding forms behind my eyes.
Tears well in my eyes. I’ve cried so much today that I don’t want to cry anymore. I tuck my chin into my chest, trying to stay warm. I should be grateful, right? I’m alive and Xander hasn’t hurt me. Not really. He saved me from all the things his father would have done to me. Xander is definitely worth fearing, but the way he looks at me with the interest that appears in his eyes… I know I’m more valuable to him alive than dead, and I am going to use that fact to survive.
